Sometimes dreams do not bloom into their glorious self. Instead they wither away, leaving a hard and indigestible core. What they become looks nothing like their potential. And everyday they relentlessly will remind you about what could have been. Still, these outcomes have their own unique beauty. If you sit with them and give them time and space, even the most undesirable outcomes have a shine to them that you did not know you needed.
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